photography by Susa Silvermarie

Find A Vine

Everything in nature grieves but if you sink, if you give up to grief all at once, there’s no air...

Do You Miss Touching

Do You Miss Touching

Contagious joy, contagious laughter, contagious, oh yes. Grief too, contagious. And why not? Humans have never been islands. Contagion is...

Poetry Divination

 Poetry Divination! This morning I read a poem to a friend who was purchasing a copy of  Poems for...

Seventy-Five Years After

Seventy-Five Years After

Her name was Hideko and she was ten when we dropped the bomb on Hiroshima. She said she was the...